Hello, fellow fanfic readers 'n' writers! The third chapter of my first parody is here! Keep in mind that I'm not actually able to update unless the story parody is updated, so if there are any long hiatuses, that's the reason. Anyway, hiatuses thrown aside, enjoy!

Link can be found in the first chapter.

Groggily, Marshall woke up from (what he presumed to be) a long night's rest.

"Whoa, what a weird dream I had," Marshall thought after he became 95% conscious. [1] "It felt so ... real. Then again, most dreams feel real." While Marshall mentally monologued, something above him fell. Marshall tried to catch it, but he missed, and to his surprise - he swore - he heard something bang on the side of his pup house. Soon Chase showed up in order to wake everyone up despite of how early it was. [2] However, before he could so much as breathe in, he stopped and walked over to Marshall's pup house and said what may be the most shocking thing Marshall ever heard in his life up to this point.

"Hey Marshall, need a paw?" Chase joked, holding Marshall's presumably disconnected paw. [3] Marshall reacted accordingly, or at least he would have if Chase didn't catch on to what Marshall was going to do and shove Marshall's own paw into his (as in Marshall's) mouth as a non-verbal "shut up before someone hears or my eardrums burst".

"Hey Chase, did you heaw anything? Ow did I hear things?" Zuma asked as he ran to Marshall's pup house - prompting Chase to slam Marshall's pup house door onto Marshall's ARMS! [4]

"What's that?" Zuma asked, referring to what little of Marshall he could see.

"Um, nothing," Chase denied. "You heard and saw nothing. Go run laps until you can't move your legs, then finish the lap! That's an order!"

"Lame," Zuma said as he went to run laps. [5]

"Marshall, I have an idea. How 'bout we keep this between us for the time being?" Chase stated as he opened Marshall's door and slowly removed Marshall's paw. Once Marshall fully registered what the heck just happened, he noticed two things. First off, the only things keeping him and his paws connected were gold-rank pup fu belts complete with dragon designs. Second, he couldn't feel his arms (his forelimbs) anymore. Chase soon mentioned that Marshall should look at his eyes with a mirror; once he did, Marshall noticed that his eyes currently had a swirly eye design which he was certain was new. [6]

Once Marshall returned to the waking world he mentally noted this should be mentioned to his family.

"So Marshall, any clue on how this happened?" Chase asked.

"No, not at all," Marshall answered.

"Any weird dreams last night?"

"Well, I did have a dream where I woke up in a strange room, then what looked to be a scientist walked in and took me to some sort of DNA lab and gave me what appeared to a shot. Then she gave me a tranquiliser and that's the end of the dream," Marshall replied.

"Well, Marshall, it's just a theory but that might not have been a dream. That shot must have tampered with your genetic programming, causing your arms to become pup fu belts," Chase stated. There was a long pause as the two allowed the rather scary implications of Chase's theory fully to sink in. [7]

"So ... should I tell Ryder?" Marshall asked, breaking the silence.

"And tell him you got pupnapped?! He will have a conniption!" Chase exclaimed. [8] "It's also best if we make sure that no one sees your new ... err ... features. Hang on, I will be right back." Chase quickly ran to his pup house in order to get something. Once Chase got back he gave Marshall a faux leather jacket which had the Japanese kanjis "ice" and "fire", and a pair of triangular sunglasses. [9]

"Put these on now," Chase ordered.

"So how do you feel?" Chase asked once Marshall put the disguise on and checked himself in the mirror.

"Like a popular depiction of Japanese delinquents," Marshall deadpanned. [10] "Why do you have these?"

"That is unimportant to the situation at paw," Chase stated.

"Alright. Is it okay if I tell my family about my current condition?" Marshall asked. "I mean, you are second in command."

"Sure, Marshall, as long as you only tell your family. How much harm will that do?" Chase answered, clearly not in the know. [11] Feeling like the conversation had ended, Chase ran off to check on Zuma, feeling guilty for giving him such a cruel order. Once Chase was out of sight, Marshall sighed as he walked over to the TV in his pup house, grateful that the pup houses were much bigger on the inside than the outside.

"Computer, call Dearly Farm," Marshall said once he was facing the screen. Once he did so, two dalmatians appeared on screen.

"Perdita, dear, are you sure you want to? It will probably shock his friends," the male dalmatian said to his mate. "Oh, hey Marshall. Has life in Adventure Bay done you good?"

"Hi dad. Yes it has," Marshall answered. "Actually I need to tell you something - actually, I need to tell the whole family this." Marshall took a breath before he finished.

"All 100 of you." [12]

Comments:

[1] 95% conscious is still not conscious. He's technically still asleep.

[2] But ... Chase does that all the time. ... Right?

[3] That's incredibly somewhat sardonic.

[4] You know, I would say something about Chase's cruelty here, but it makes no sense to do so. It clearly shows.

[5] First, Chase sounds like an army commander, for reasons. Second, who actually will obey such a command? But eh, I mean, what works as a distraction, right?

[6] So he wasn't absolutely sure that the swirl pattern was new? For how long has he abstained from looking into a mirror?

[7] It's not entirely a theory, is it? It's more like a law, or a principle of some sort. The Principle of Dreams and Visions with Repercussions, or something.

[8] And when he finds out that you've hidden this thing, what happens then, Chase? Likely he has an actual, epileptic fit.

[9] No comment. Move down.

[10] Oh, how accurate.

[11] Every time I see/hear something like "what could go wrong", I immediately think 'Plothole'. So, plothole.

[12] I don't know how to put this without it being insulting to the dalmatian that we all know and sometimes love and sometimes hate. So I'll just say it. ... So was Marshall a dalmatian that wasn't important enough to have a somewhat decent role in the movie?

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